And he left his love behind him
walking by the Liverpool tide
For a week she wept with sorrow,
tore her hair and wrung her hands
Till she met another sailor
walking by the Liverpool sand
Why, maid, are you a -weeping,
for your jolly gone to sea?
If you'll wed with me tomorrow,
I will kind and constant be.
I will buy you sheets and blankets,
I'll buy you a wedding ring.
You shall have a golden cradle
Johnny Todd came home from sailing,
sailing on the ocean wide.
And he found his fair and false one
was another sailor's bride
All young men who go a -sailing
are to fight the foreign foe
Do not leave your love like Johnny,
marry her before you go you
